An Observation

Most likely, every male who reads this blog posting will be offended because they are supposed to be the strong, muscular, in-shape dudes. However, this evening I made an interesting observation.

Before I tore the ligaments in my ankle, I had worked my way up to walking two miles a day. When all the kids were in school so many years ago, I was walking almost 4 miles a day. I love walking. There is just something about walking with the cool breeze (OK, humid breeze) blowing in your face, looking at how people landscaped their homes, and just being alone with no worries. Falling is a worry of mine, though, now that I had the big fall back in February. Trudging forward, I pray that falling won't happen again.

My ankle hasn't healed (oh, modern technology says it has). I still have severe pain some days and evenings, it swells, and sometimes it is difficult to get my foot into a shoe. However, I know in the beginning of all of this, the quote was "Pain, then get off the foot". After 4 months of not being able to take my walk, I decided to go with the quote "No pain, no gain". Now, I walk through the pain and just deal with it. I decided a healthier heart was much more important than not walking because of a painful, swollen ankle.

July was the start of my walking once again in the neighborhood. Slowly I made it to the end of the block and back, adding a few more half blocks until now I am finally walking for 30 minutes (about a mile and a quarter). My goal is to work up to 3 miles.

Here is my observation. Almost every person I walk passed each evening is a female. Once in awhile there is a male walking the dog or walking with his wife just merrily strolling along. I pass women on every block, some walking by themselves and others walking with a friend. Where are the guys? What's up with this? Maybe they are exhausted after sitting all day on a chair in their office with their eyes glued to the computer and having to lift their arm to answer the phone. The conclusion is that their butt cheeks are sore from so much sitting that just the idea of walking in the evening causes pain from their "cheeks" down to the tips of their toes. I have proof of what happens when a male decides to walk in the evening for 30 minutes:

Hatcher, our MALE dog, after walking for 30
minutes with me. He is totally exhausted.

I also have proof that a male can fall asleep any place, anywhere, at any given moment.

Braydon proves a male can fall asleep anywhere.

And the proof that it is the female, no sleeping Snow White, that is always at work in the kitchen to make those homemade cookies for the male so he can add another inch to his waistline.

Gabi makes sure the males in the Petersen home
have enough chocolate chip cookies.

Homemade cookies, a recliner with a couch arm nearby, a nice cool kitchen floor to stretch out on --I guess men don't need to walk. They have everything they need right in their own home. Who needs a 30 minute walk with the breeze blowing in your face just to get away from it all!? If you haven't figured it out guys, we women are the ones who walk our tails off everyday whether in the house or outside the house. Yes, that is what keeps us busy just in case you were wondering.